Frankie is a big help in the kitchen… as you can see. Whenever John fries up bacon (which is not often for those of you who may be aghast, that yes, I eat bacon now and then- please don’t hate me).
It’s a like a delicate ballet to remember that Frankie is underfoot. We’ve both tripped over her a couple of times while cooking in the kitchen. But it’s hard to shoo her away as she is just too cute- wanting to be of help- or err, I think a better guess is that should something fall to the floor, she will have scored a big prize for the day.
I can’t imagine my kitchen ever being without my dogs. It would seem so empty and lonely. Mornings like this, my Johnnie at the stove, Frankie helping, and Kylie snoring away at the front door, is what makes my heart sing. Such simple, beautiful moments of love and joy.